BHSA DAYS MISSED

So I found a youtube video a minute ago that is promoting the essence of the high school , along with so many other spectacular people, graduate from! My girl, L.L told me to write down anything that comes to my mind and so I believe this is one of them...







So this is a video of what my high shool brought and now brings to the table and what I never realized is how much it sculpted me as a young woman. I really did take these days for granted but in all I've learned a valuable lesson... Remember where you come from or else, no one will do it for you! I love and miss my high school dearly. Especially the people who made it, at the time, what it was; a success in my eyes!

Signed off: CDBMJ 9:59pm (4/25/10)

Inspired by Sade's "Lover's Rock"

Simpletons touch hands

Then become extraordinary beings within themselves

Unlike the tarred street before them, their streets zoom into millions of colors

This is my road

My trial and error

I am in the wilderness, she sings

Somewhere in my sadness

Can you guess who serenades these words into my mind?

No one can describe what my path will foretell

But it is within you; MY PATH

I am in the Wilderness

And somewhere in my sadness, there is no melancholy

An oxymoron of synonymous feeling

But I was listening to her serenade

Joining hands like the two simpletons in my dreams

PHOTOGRAPHY BY NETCHEM HAIRSTON!

 

Signed Off: ~*CourtyJ*~ @ 1:27am

Playtime with Yasenia!!

My Winter Wonderland!

I've always stated how much I loved the winter. I think my next goal will be to take an Alaskan Cruise. Just look at this beauty!

Hmm! Well for now, I must suffice for the home struck winter wnderland I was given this year by mother nature! I shoveled seven times this year. But I don't mind. I actually love it! Check out our ice land!
Signed Off: ~*CourtyJ*~ @ 12:11am

My Pride and Joy

Meet my gorgeous niece. Born at Methodist Hospital on March 28th, 2009 in Brooklyn, Ny, Yasenia Nevaeh Cameron James weighed 6lbs 4oz and measured at 19inches long. I love her with every fiber of my being and although I can't see her as much as i'd like, she seems to be growing up well. So fast they say. She's already trying to walk which is weird because she has yet to crawl. I try my best to see as ften as I can but times collide so much in my life and right now, I need to work it out.

She said her first word before the year ended. But i remember those days when sh'ed lay in the middle of my couch with a pillow on either side and she'd just scream!! Scream till se sounded hoarse. and you'd run in like "are you okay mama!!" and then she'd smile and grab your hair and scream even louderin your ear when she was close enough to the ear drum.

I remember the nights she'd wake up for milk. All you'd hear was a faint whimper. Like she'd had a bad dream. Then when her grandfather died in the summer my mother, her grandmother, adorned her in red. She found a red scrunchie i'd put in my hair and put it on her tiny wrist. Or she'd clip a red bow in her hair. The last thing I saw my mother do, is tape salt crystals abouve every doorway in the house. Hmm. You ask why? Because she--my mother--was afraid her dead grandfather would haunt her at night, being that he never got to see her before he past away. A opule of weeks later, when I returned from an internship up at Yale U, I noticed a fretful look on her face.

Yasenia James was christened July 5th, 2009. Just two days after her grandfather, on her mother's side, passed away. There was a small funeral the following days in which I was not able to attend but i heard she cried for him. Just like her mother did. Yasenia was a copy cat. Doing what her elders would whenever she got the chance. But now a few monthslater, she has he own show. Her own playbill. I strive to see her grow up to be successful. Even if, and when I have my own kids, i know she'll share that smile with me! Here's a pic of her now. At ten months, 2wks, and four days old. Her first birthay is coming up and i have a feeling she'll be a princess!! LOL

Signed Off: ~*CourtyJ*~ 12:03pm

PROPOSITION! by Sophie Johnson

In stolen fantasies

of a ghost world

See my mortal wound

pressed shut beneath

its gauzy veil

Low and deep,

it whispers

to be opened

PROPOSITION by Sophie Johnson (PRATT aquaintance)

R.I.P. ~*Sexii Shannon*~

MAN!!! The last two weeks of my life have been so _______....You fill in the blank! Just whatever you can get out of this rant!
It all started on September 30th when I stayed in the house and was paid a visit from an old HS friend.....too weird because he looked like he was still suffering through hormonally ruptured puberty!
Lol! he looked good though...not weird.... Just fuerte! But anyway! We chilled then I woke up the next morning to a phone call from mi amiga Netchem! and What she had to tell me was no news to start off a morning with.... From then on I think my body was drained of all the zeal and fervor I had that day!
It just so happens that one of our own "children" at the Brooklyn Children's Museum was murdered by her own cousin. I wont emphasize the details so research it if u want on your own! I was just so distraught. In all the years that I participated in the Museum Team program, I never imagined any such misfortune could come to our family in this form.
It just shows how the great can be snatched from your hands faster than the bad! The next few days hard for us all but never in my life have I seen so many teenagers band together to find the good in life. It shows how even adolescents can have a deeply evolved mental knowledge of cooping with situations. Even though we are marked as irresponsible, we find ways to make up for the nonsense!
So I just thought I should add in this note that I love you all so much! I love you Netchem, I love you Delissa, I love you Keon, I love you Carlos, I love you all within my heart! and how could I forgot the bosses of our furthered success Miriam, Ebon, Aiesha, Ahmed, and Roz! LOL!
I have lost family members and have never shed a tear but losing someone as genuine as Shannon has broken down my shallow mind into something that think Karpe Diem should b taken way more seriously these days. Not in a careless way though!
One thing I noticed about Shannon was that each day I saw her at the museum, she always had a new goal for the Day and she always had a song in her heart.... LITERALLY! lol. If she didn't see one day, the next day she'd give me a big hug and chat for a while! She was so focused so I just don't know how I can't miss her!
However, Just to let everyone know, if anyone close to me in the museum or my life period, died I would not hesitate to show part two of this sadness! The only reason why I can say I'm peaceful now is because I know deep within that Shannon is in a MUCH better place than I am!
To end off, this is what I can express to her soul now and forever!

• "R.I.P Ms. Shannon B!! and I promise the tears I shed for u from now on will only be of joy because i know within my heart that your in a MUCH better place now!!"